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He had entered on his return from his fruitless visit to Blondel, and had satisfied himself that Anne was safe. Doubtless she was still safe, for the house was quiet. In his new mood he was almost inclined to quarrel with this.
"You will have the pleasure of meeting Madame Blondel and her husband," said she. The reader will recollect that Madame Blondel was Manon Baletti, whom I was to have married. "Does she know I am coming?" I enquired. "No, I promise myself the pleasure of seeing her surprise." "I am much obliged to you for not wishing to enjoy my surprise as well.
It is a warning," he continued, his eyes reverting to the page before him, "from our secret agent in Turin, whose name I need not mention" Blondel nodded "informing us of a fresh attempt to be made on the city before Christmas; by means of rafts formed of hurdles and capable of transporting whole companies of soldiers. These he has seen tried in the River Po, and they performed the work.
"I do not know," he answered, almost pettishly. "How should I? But he has a power. A secret power! I do not understand him or it!" The Syndic looked at him darkly thoughtful. "You did not know that that was said of him?" he asked. "That he " "Has magical arts?" Claude shook his head. "Nor that he has a laboratory upstairs?" Blondel continued, fixing the young man gravely with his eyes.
He would have put him to death for running the tithe of a risk. When the council broke up, Fabri drew Blondel aside. "The bird is flown, but what of the nest?" he asked. "Has he left nothing?" "Between you and me," Blondel replied under his breath, as his eyes sought the other's, "I hope to make him speak yet. But not a word!" "Ah!" "Not a word! But there is just a chance.
"Because my trade can neither spare the head nor the fingers," said Blondel, "and these honest blackamoors threatened to cut me joint from joint if I pressed forward." "Well, enter with me," said the King, "and I will be thy safeguard." The blacks accordingly lowered pikes and swords to King Richard, and bent their eyes on the ground, as if unworthy to look upon him.
Hardly had the moon been up an hour, thus lighting a fearful way among those ledges, when step by step, hand over hand, up climbed the boyish form of Blondel, by a footpath way not by the guarded road, and with his harp upon his back.
His notion, even so, went no further than the suspicion that Blondel was hiding knowledge out of a desire to reap all the glory. But he did not like it. "He was always for risking, for risking!" he thought. "This is another case of it. God grant it go well!" His wife, his children, his daughters, rose in a picture before him, and he hated Blondel, who had none of these.
On Sunday he would take them all to the theatre; and almost every evening he would go with Messieurs Chebe and Delobelle to a brewery on the Rue Blondel, where he regaled them with beer and pretzels. Beer and pretzels were his only vice.
To have life within sight, to know it within this room, perhaps within reach " "Not quite that," Basterga murmured, his eyes wandering to the steel casket, chained to the wall beside the hearth. "Still, I understand; and, believe me," he added in a tone of sympathy, "I feel for you, Messer Blondel. I feel deeply for you." "Feel?" the Syndic muttered.
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